The Way I Feel

The way I feel is like a robin

Whose babes have flown to come no more

Like a tall oak tree, alone and cryin'

When the birds have flown and the nest is bare

Now a woman, Lord, is like a young bird

And the tall oak tree is a young man's heart

Among his boughs you'll find her nesting

When the nights are cool, she's warm and dry

Your coat of green, it will protect her

Her wings will grow, your love will too

But all too soon your mighty branches

Will cease to hold her, and she'll fly from you

Now the way I feel is like a robin

Whose babes have flown to come no more

Like a tall oak tree, alone and cryin'

When the birds have flown and the nest is bare

When the birds have flown and the nest is bare